Wednesday, September 11, 2002.
Sun Su is: 3
3/4 months!
Big accomplishment: He can lift his head!
Woo!! He's got a really big head too.
Red
Sarah
is back! And this time, she's spawned herself.
Sarah is a fine writer with an even finer devilish tongue. She's a red
devil in her own way, and someone I've known since
the days when I only typed entries in RED TEXT.
(Because it was cool -- like blood. Get it? Get it?)
THIS IS NOT ABOUT 9 / 11
Today I wore brown pants, a white shirt, and a red, white, and blue tie. For once, not on accident.
Maybe I should have paid more attention to my socks though.
I had a hole in one of my socks today, which my mom pointed out before I left for work. Amy hates holey socks or underwear for that matter. My rationale is that no one will see the holes since I don't plan on taking my pants nor my shoes off at work. So what's the big deal?
"But baby, this is the original Shabby Chic," doesn't work well with my Amy either.
"At least Amy won't have to worry about you fooling around with other women with socks like that," my own mother said and laughed.
Um, how many different ways did my mom insult me in that line?
(Is my
boy wearing that hat ... or is that hat wearing him?)
Today at work was like most other days. Except that I had to get off early and race 90 miles (someone got up to 107 mph but I'm not saying who) to the state capital to take care of some medical license mumbo-jumbo (I guess you can only ignore paperwork for so many months). They wouldn't take my credit card over the phone so I had to physically hand them a check to avoid much inconvenience for the next two weeks.
By the end of the long ride, I almost forgot it was 9/11 for a few minutes until I actually entered the capitol building. All entrances and exits were blocked off except for one. And that one had two security guards asking my I.D., business, profession, just to get past the lobby. I almost hesitated to take out my big bottle of Pepsi Blue for fear they might think it was some sci-fi hi-tech explosive like in The Rock. But I was really really thirsty and I love Pepsi Blue.
It's probably a good thing I didn't pull it out saying, "Yo, this stuff is da BOMB!"
(A pic
of a younger Sun Su. That cut on my arm is from my room's razor-sharp bamboo
curtain behind me.
I like to pretend that I am Indiana Jones and slide under it.)
This year has passed so quickly. I remember writing about last September 11th like it was a few months ago. In addition to what everyone else felt, I remember it was a time of joy as well, believe it or not. It was the day Amy told me that it was confirmed at the Ob/Gyn's office. She was carrying our baby.
I wasn't allowed to say so in this journal until months later of course. But I did hint to it in this paragraph from that entry.
For today, I have two reasons to talk about today's events. Two very opposite reasons to remember this day for the rest of my life. One public and one very personal ....
She told me something else too, right after that. Something sweet that changed my whole outlook on the world and my life as I knew it. Something that made me see her in an even more wonderful light than I could imagine. Even despite the day's insanity.
Yeah. That was the day that Sun Su became a real entity in my heart and mind. Maybe I was the only happy American in our country on that day.
I don't want to talk about the complexities of the world today, sweet Sun Su. I just want to continue to make you feel like you are the safest person in the world when you are in your mommy's or daddy's arms. That's all you need to know for now.
I have nothing else to say today that you won't see or read elsewhere a hundred times.
Well, nothing, except the fact that some people just don't know what it really is all about.
Some of us do, though.
Right, Sun Su?
